Can you imagine. Waking the next morning to the news. Knowing of the massacre at that very theatre the night before. Trying to call your child. Knowing that your 6-year old grandchild may have accompanied them to the movie as well.
Can you imagine. Trying to call. No answer. Trying again. Nothing. Only the news playing out in front of you. Not knowing.
Can you imagine. Getting the news.
I found this poem on the Internet... I really like it.
Life is too short to wake up with regrets.
Love the people who treat you right.
Forget about the ones who don’t.
Believe everything happens for a reason.
If you get a second chance, grab it with both hands.
If it changes your life, let it.
Nobody said life would be easy.
They just promised it would be worth it.
Love the people who treat you right.
Forget about the ones who don’t.
Believe everything happens for a reason.
If you get a second chance, grab it with both hands.
If it changes your life, let it.
Nobody said life would be easy.
They just promised it would be worth it.
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